i see you by fire
lit in technicolour
and her
by your side
you spend your time
around each other.
[i would merge
as charcoal to the tiles
by your toes
i hate]
you glisten in each other
and it is a satisfying sting
to keenly borrow
of that warmth with
desperate alliance
i make
to weld
to the two of you
child's admiration
[naivity]
that i would take
the one of you
to be my own.
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